As Flex emerged from the elevator, he saw the fear on the faces of the people stood huddled in front of him. No, he corrected himself — not people. Sheep, just waiting for one of their flock to make the first move before the others followed. Flex could see their tiny minds trying to work out what was going on — a man lying slumped dead on the elevator’s floor, and a police officer — a symbol that they had been told all of their lives was a force for good — standing over him.
Flex decided he would help the sheep make up their minds, and shot the duty manager in the face.